 | Russell Thacher Trall - 1875 - 132 páginas
...this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking " Nevermore!'' 13. This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing...lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press— ah ! nevermore ! 14. Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim, whose foot-falls... | |
 | 1875 - 324 páginas
...What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore." xm. This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing...lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore ! XIV. PACIFIC COAST SERIES. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee — by these angels ho hath... | |
 | John Dudley Philbrick - 1875 - 584 páginas
...this grim, ungainly, ghasf.^, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking, " Nevermore." Thus I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing...violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shnll press, ah, nevermore ! • Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer,... | |
 | Cassell, ltd - 1875 - 470 páginas
...This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burn'd into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining,...gloating o'er She shall press— ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from nn unseen censer Swung by seraphim, whose footfalls tinkled... | |
 | Anna Randall Diehl - 1876 - 458 páginas
...that melancholy burden bore, Of "Never — nevermore." But, the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat...gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore ! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim, whose footfalls tinkled... | |
 | 1876 - 508 páginas
...melancholy burden bore, Of — " Never — nevermore !" But — the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, — . Straight I wheeled a cushioned...gloating o'er, She shall press — ah ! nevermore ! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an' unseen censer, Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1876 - 522 páginas
...that melancholy burden bore Of ' Never — nevermore.' " But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat...gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore ! Then, methought, the air grew denser. perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1877 - 576 páginas
...burden bore, — Of ' Nevermore, — nevermore ! ' " But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat...gloating o'er, She shall press — ah ! nevermore ! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer, Swung by seraphim, whose footfalls tinkled... | |
 | Charles Walton Sanders - 1876 - 622 páginas
...grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking — " Nevermore !" XIII. This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing...gloating o'er, She shall press — ah ! nevermore! XIV. Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim, whose foot-falls... | |
 | 1876 - 734 páginas
...This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl, whose fiery eyes now burn'il into my bosom's core This and more I sat divining,...gloating o'er, She shall press — ah! nevermore! Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseei "Prophet!" said I, "ihing of evil! — prophet... | |
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This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core ; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But... 
